Many thanks to my friends for pointing out the news today about promising new drugs on the horizon for metastatic breast cancer.

Like the rest of you I read this information with a hopeful heart and in my case, a spinning head–as in what are they saying? Sometimes I feel like I’m back in that Biology class I passed by the skin of my teeth at Boston College freshman year–”724 women, whose cancer had become resistant to aromatase inhibitors Femara and Arimidex, were given the aromatase inhibitor Aromasin plus placebo or Aromasin plus Afinitor, an approved kidney cancer drug that blocks the mTOR protein.” I am so lame I already am confused and this isn’t even difficult to understand.

But after reading the article three times–yes, three times–I think I get it, kind of.  There were a few studies, and in one, a kidney cancer drug in combination with a breast cancer drug showed promise in staving off the progression or growth of cancer cells.  That’s fantastic–I am so glad–of course it would be best if the drug kept cancer away indefinitely and not just the 6 or so months the study says it does. That means someone dying of breast cancer might see another Christmas–but not make it to Mother’s Day.

Still, am I looking a gift horse in the mouth?  Not on your life.  Go, Science, go.  Keep trying, keep up the trials, sign me up if I can help–after all, many of these studies are on post-menopausal women, which means they don’t necessarily work on me.  But hey–like I said, I’m not complaining.  Bring them on anyway–

Because this woman wants to see not just another Christmas and Mother’s Day, but her wedding anniversary, July 4th, Halloween, Arbor Day, and any and all of the holidays–obvious or obscure– on the calendar–

for many many MANY years to come.